A girl of eight or nine years old, wearing a lilac polyester tracksuit, skips in tight circles on a beige brick paved driveway. The house is a house behind a house and weeds push their way through the cracks of the paving. Super six fence is inches from the windows. They have no view. A car idles in the carport, warming its engine so as to make it down the street. She waits for a parent to come from the brick box to take her to school. She skips in tight circles.
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